The Naughty Soldier’s List (Spice and Seduction)

4. Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Tessa

T he warmth of Colton's cabin wraps around me like a blanket, the flickering flames from the fireplace casting a soft, golden glow across the room.

I can’t believe I’m here.

A strong waft of pine and woodsmoke fills the air, mingling with the lingering smell of the surrounding mountains. It’s nature at its finest, and all it does is remind me of Colton.

My heart races, the realization of where I am and what I'm about to do settling in.

I’ve never been in a beautiful home like this before. Heck, I’ve never been in a man’s home before. Especially not a big, rugged man like Colton.

“What do you think of my cabin?” Colton asks, grabbing a log of wood with one of those large, strong hands and tossing it in the fire.

“It’s beautiful,” I say, looking around at the rugged charm that fills every corner.

The walls are adorned with earthy tones, the furniture scattered around made of wood and leather. It’s all very masculine and strong, just like the man standing before me.

“Glad you like it,” Colton says, smiling down at me with those wicked lips.

I want to kiss him again.

Staring at me with those piercing blue eyes, Colton’s muscular form is towering over me, reminding me of the strength I felt the second his mouth crashed onto mine.

I couldn’t get away from the party quick enough. I had to make the world’s worst excuse to my sister, but it’ll be totally worth it. I hope.

Ever since we stepped inside his cabin, I can’t tear my gaze away from the mountain of a man in front of me.

Every inch of him is hard and rugged, from the broadness of his shoulders to the way his sweater clings to his biceps. There’s a raw power beneath those clothes, and I just want to rip it off him and find out what he can do to my body.

"Are you okay?" His deep voice sends a shiver down my spine. “Comfortable?”

I nod, though my heart is pounding so loudly I’m sure he can hear it. "Yeah, I’m just... I’ve never done this before."

He steps closer, his gaze never leaving mine. "We don't have to do anything you don’t want to, Tessa. Tonight is about what you want, what you’re comfortable with."

I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry.

I can’t believe I’m here, with this insanely sexy, tattooed man, about to do things I’ve only ever dreamed of. My mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, but the moment he takes my hand in his, everything swirling inside my head quietens.

"Come here," he murmurs, guiding me toward the fireplace. He sits down on the plush rug, pulling me down with him.

We sit there, the fire crackling beside us, filling the room with a warmth that seeps into my bones. He hands me a glass of wine, and I take a sip, the sweetness mixing with the eggnog in my belly.

"So," he says, his voice low and filled with a teasing edge. "Are you going to tell me more about this 'Naughty List' of yours?"

I blush, my cheeks heating under his intense gaze. I take another sip of wine, the liquid sliding down my throat and settling in my belly like hot coal. It gives me a bit more courage, the kind that got me to where I am right now.

"It’s just things I’ve thought about," I start, my voice shaky. "Things I want to do, but never have."

He raises an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a smirk that makes my core clench. "And why haven’t you done them yet?"

"Because," I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Because I’ve never felt comfortable enough with anyone. Or maybe it’s because I’ve never met anyone who made me feel... safe."

His eyes darken, his jaw tightening at my words. "You feel safe with me?"

I nod, my heart skipping a beat at the intensity in his gaze. "Yes."

"Then tell me, Tessa," he murmurs, his voice rough and filled with a possessive edge that makes my nipples harden. "What’s on your list?"

I hesitate for a moment, the words caught in my throat. But then he reaches out, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, and the gentleness of the gesture breaks something inside me.

I want to tell him. I need to tell him.

"I want... I want to be touched. To be worshiped." I take a shuddering breath, feeling my pussy clench at the thought of Colten doing those things to me. "I’ve never had someone take care of me like that."

His eyes flare with desire, his hand slipping to the back of my neck as he pulls me closer.

"Go on," he urges, his breath brushing against my lips.

"I want... I want to feel pleasure," I whisper, my voice trembling. "I want to know what it’s like to be with someone who knows what they’re doing. Someone who can show me what it means to really be satisfied."

“Yeah…”

“And not just satisfied in one way. There are so many things I want to feel, you know?”

“Like what, Tessa?”

My cheeks flush, and I look away for a moment, hesitating to put my most secret desires into words. I’m totally not prepared for this conversation. I was coming to Falls Creek to relax, not reveal my deepest secrets to a monstrous stranger I just met.

"I’ve read about things," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper. "Things that are... different. Things that push boundaries."

"Like?" he presses, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that makes my body tingle.

I swallow hard.

"Like... temperature play," I confess, the words rushing out before I lose my nerve. "And... other things. Things that involve control. I want to feel what it’s like to give in completely."

He groans, the sound making my core tighten. A wave of moisture begins to pool in my panties. I swear Colton can smell my arousal growing because he moves in closer.

"Keep going, Tessa," he commands gently. "Tell me everything."

I take a shaky breath, my heart pounding in my chest.

"I want to be tied up," I admit, my voice trembling with both fear and excitement. "To be at someone’s mercy. I want to feel... powerless. But safe at the same time."

He growls low in his throat, his fingers tightening on my neck. "Fuck, Tessa," he mutters, his eyes locked on mine. "You’re killing me."

My breath hitches, a thrill shooting through me at the raw need in his voice. He’s so close now, his lips a hair’s breadth from mine, and I can feel the tension coiling in the air around us, ready to snap at any moment.

"And," I add, my voice barely a whisper, "I want to lose my virginity to someone who makes me feel alive. Someone who makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world."

Something shifts in his gaze.

A sudden, dark flicker of something primal and possessive that sends a shiver down my spine.

"You’re a virgin?" he growls, his voice rough with barely restrained need.

I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes."

He lets out a ragged breath, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes my whole body tremble.

"Fuck, Tessa," he murmurs. "You have no idea how much I want you right now."

My pulse quickens, my body aching with a need I’ve never felt before. He wants me. He really wants me. And the way he’s looking at me, like he’s about to devour me whole, makes me want him too. More than anything.

"Do you want me to be the one to take your virginity?" he asks, his voice now turning to a low, husky whisper.

"Yes," I breathe. "Yes, Colton. I want it to be you."

And that’s all he needs to hear.

He crashes his lips onto mine, the kiss hot and demanding, filled with a hunger that takes my breath away. His hands grip my waist, pulling me closer as his tongue delves into my mouth, exploring, claiming.

I moan against him, my body arching into his as he takes control, his mouth devouring mine with a need that matches my own.

He pulls back, his eyes dark with desire and lust. "I'm going to make you feel so fucking good, Tessa. If you let me, I'm going to take care of you, show you exactly what it means to be worshiped."

I can only nod, my body trembling as he lays me down on the plush rug in front of the fire. He hovers over me, caging me between those big, protective arms as his gaze rakes over my body with a possessive intensity that makes my core clench.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he grinds out, his hand sliding under my sweater and pushing it up.

He leans down, pressing a kiss to the valley between my breasts, his tongue flicking out to taste my skin. I gasp, my hands flying to his round shoulders, my nails digging in and clutching at the hard muscles beneath my fingers. He pulls my bra down, freeing my breasts as he releases them with a heavy grunt.

"Fuck, Tessa," he groans, his mouth closing over one of my nipples, sucking hard.

I cry out, my back arching off the rug as pleasure shoots through me. His tongue flicks over the sensitive bud, his teeth grazing lightly, sending a jolt of sensation straight to my core. He moves to the other breast, giving it the same attention, his mouth hot and insistent as he licks and sucks.

My head falls back, a moan slipping from my lips as he works me over, his hands sliding down my body, pushing up my sweater and bra, leaving me exposed to the warmth of the fire.

He reaches for my jeans, his fingers hooking into the waistband and tugging them down, along with my panties. I lift my hips, helping him strip me bare, the cool air brushing over my heated skin as he tosses my clothes aside.

He settles between my legs, his hands gripping my thighs and spreading me open, revealing my wet, aching pussy to his gaze.

I’m exposed. More exposed than I’ve ever been before.

"God, Tessa," he growls, staring directly between my legs. "You're so fucking wet for me."

I shiver, my core clenching at the look of pure hunger in his eyes.

He leans in, his breath hot against my skin as he presses a kiss to my inner thigh. I gasp, my hips jerking as his tongue flicks out, tasting me. He moves closer, his mouth hovering over my pussy, his eyes locked on mine as he gives a long, slow lick up my slit.

“ Oh… oh… ”

It’s a sensation I’ve only dreamt about. But I never expected it to be like this. I never thought it would be this good.

I cry out, my hands flying to his head, clutching at his hair as he licks me again, his tongue swirling around my clit before sucking it into his mouth. Pleasure crashes through me, my back arching off the rug as he devours my pussy, his mouth working me over with a skill that leaves me breathless.

He slides a finger inside me, stretching me gently as he explores my depths, his touch both tender and insistent. My body reacts immediately, tightening around his finger, drawing him deeper. His mouth never leaves my clit, his tongue flicking and swirling in a rhythm that has me gasping for breath.

"Oh, God, Colton," I moan, my fingers gripping his hair as he pushes another finger inside me, stretching me further.

The sensation is intense, a mix of pleasure and pressure that has my hips bucking against his hand.

"That's it, baby," he growls against my skin, his voice sending vibrations through my core. "Let go for me. I want to feel you cum."

His words are a command. A horny fucking command and I feel my body responding, the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside me. He pumps his fingers in and out, his mouth working my clit with a wild hunger that has me teetering on the edge of release.

"Colton, I—" I gasp, but I can't form the words.

I'm too far gone, too consumed by the feeling of his mouth and fingers driving me toward the edge.

He growls against me, his pace quickening as he curls his fingers, hitting that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes.

"That’s it, cum for me, Tessa," he demands, his voice rough. "Let me feel you cum around my fingers."

It's too much.

The command in his voice, the heat of his mouth, the pressure of his fingers—all of it crashes into me at once, sending me spiraling over the edge.

My body convulses around him as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me, leaving me breathless and shaking.

Colton doesn't let up, his mouth and fingers continuing their assault, drawing out every last drop of my orgasm until I'm a trembling mess beneath him. I wanted to be worshipped, and hell, maybe I’ve found my man. My head falls back, a broken moan slipping from my lips as he finally pulls back, his eyes dark and filled with unsatisfied hunger.

"Fuck," he mutters, his voice rough with desire. "You’re so fucking beautiful when you cum."

I'm still trying to catch my breath as he moves up my body, his mouth finding mine in a heated kiss. I taste myself on his lips, the evidence of what he's just done to me, and it sends another thrill through me, making me moan into his mouth.

He pulls back, his eyes locked on mine.

"I want you, Tessa," he growls, his voice low and edged with need. "I want to feel you wrapped around my cock, tight and wet, taking me deep inside you."

A shiver runs through me at his dirty words, my core clenching. This is happening. This is really happening.

"Yes," I breathe, my voice trembling. "Please… I want that too. I want you, Colton."

He groans, the sound vibrating through his chest as he pulls back, taking a moment to strip off his clothes in a slow, tantalizing reveal. My breath catches as he peels his shirt over his head, exposing a sculpted chest and abdomen. The hard planes of muscle are covered in tattoos that trail down his torso, each one adding to the rugged, masculine allure that has my mouth going dry.

I can’t tear my eyes away, mesmerized by the way his muscles flex with every movement.

And then there’s a scar, ever so prominent, so deep and carved into his flesh that it’s hard to miss. I want to ask about it. It’s a reminder that I barely know anything about this man, yet somehow, I feel like we’ve been together our entire life. It’s ridiculous, I know.

He holds my gaze, pulling my focus back to his eyes. They’re dark with lust as his hands move to the waistband of his pants. My pulse quickens as he unzips them, the slow, deliberate motion making my pussy gush with moisture.

“This cock is all yours, Tessa,” Colton says, eyes locked with mine.

He shoves his pants down his hips, freeing his cock, and my eyes widen at the sight.

It's thick and long, standing at full attention, veins running along its length and the head flushed with arousal. The sight of it sends a surge of raw desire through me, my entire body aching to feel him inside me.

I reach out, my hand wrapping around his length, feeling the heat and strength of him beneath my fingers. He hisses through his teeth, his hips jerking at my touch, and it gives me a sense of power, knowing I can make this strong, dominant man react like this.

"God, Tessa," he groans, his eyes locked on mine as I stroke him, my thumb brushing over the tip, spreading the bead of pre-cum that’s gathered there. "You have no idea how much I want you right now."

I bite my lip, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth as I move closer, my lips hovering over the head of his cock.

"Show me," I murmur, my voice low and filled with promise. "Show me how much you want me."

I lower my mouth to him, my tongue flicking out to taste him. It’s so much more than I ever imagined, and he lets out a guttural moan, his hands flying to my hair.

He grips me tight as I take him into my mouth, loving the way his cock feels against my tongue. Oh, wow. He's thick and hard, stretching my lips as I take him deeper, my tongue swirling around his length, tasting every inch of him.

"Fuck, Tessa," he groans, his hips thrusting forward as I suck him down, taking him as deep as I can. "That's it, baby. Suck my cock. Just like that."

His words send a jolt of heat straight to my core and I swallow him down further.

I can’t believe I’m doing this. I have a cock in my mouth! A big, burly mountain man’s cock in my mouth.

With an enthusiastic moan, my hand wraps around the base of his cock as I start to move, my head bobbing up and down. He's big. So hard. So fucking delicious.

He tightens his grip on my hair, guiding my movements as I take him deeper, my throat relaxing to accommodate him. I hollow my cheeks, sucking hard as he hits the back of my throat, and he lets out a strangled moan, his hips jerking against my face.

"Fuck, Tessa," he pants, his voice rough and edged with desperation. "I'm not going to last if you keep doing that."

I pull back, my lips releasing him with a wet pop as I look up at him, my eyes filled with a mix of desire and determination.

"I want you," I whisper, my voice trembling with need. "I want you inside me, Colton."

He groans, his eyes darkening with an intensity that makes my heart skip a beat.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice low and rough. "Because once I have you, Tessa, I'm not letting you go."

I nod, my whole body aching with the need for him.

"Yes," I breathe, my voice filled with certainty. "I'm sure. I want this. I want you."

His eyes flare with hunger, and in one swift movement, he's on top of me, his mouth crashing down on mine in a heated, possessive kiss.

This is it.